time ago I have in my possession a curious images I wanted to share, and I've finally found the right opportunity, we moved from the laboratory. For those who work in a laboratory molecular biology, chemistry or similar can imagine the trauma that this is, whether they have experienced or not. Recall that our daily work includes opening multiple refrigerators, freezers, storage boxes, racks full of tiny tubes, bottles and bottles of reagents more or less harmful to health, computers, devices rarunos, chairs, stools, beds and cupboards full of papers, files, books and more books. We, like any job, but with the added toxicity and the size of devices such as ultra-centrifuges, shakers, incubators, hoods or gas.
For all So touching move, and as a tribute to the site that has been my second home for the past two years, I will present you some pictures of a peak moment in the history of our campus: the day that changed the exterior of the center, and we the laboratory divided by a wall of shame (and plasterboard).
Batablanca also a fan of Pink Floyd.
Our laboratory had the advantage of having a beautiful view to the street, with the consequent entry of natural light jets is always welcome in contrast to the artificial dim white light. All that facade, not only windows, but the entire facade was to be demolished and built anew, so that progress and science does not stop, had the courtesy to isolate ourselves from such a mess of drywall nailing a low wall side by side Lab. This meant that the place normally intended to "study" are reduced and we cordially apiñásemos same bank behind the wall and losing sight of that forever daylight. It may sound silly, but during those months, he noticed a pretty big psychological fatigue, that enter and have the impression that vacuum packaging provided a pretty nasty claustrophobic. So we soon little things start to hang in various graffiti and the wall, to cheer life. From the first moment he remembered the glorious server Wall Pink Floyd, so I planted the logo of the masterpiece over the only opening to the outside, and a Batablanca resigned to its new status as part of the wall (in the picture that introduced the post).
seemed the very 13 Rue Goose Barnacle. The little door on the third floor metal was seen in the picture below.
door vacuum. Note the sign above right (right next to him "The Wall"), where the logo with a man stumbling and the legend "Danger - falling to another level" indicated the possibility of direct cast him down headlong to the ground, from third floor height. Well, I find little sign, do you want me to say.
My interpretation of that door and the friendly workers, small size, constantly coming and going through it. I remembered the beloved curries of Fraggle Rock Rock , but without spirit of fun as they did a great job and we were disturbed as little as possible.
MINSIX also were encouraged to translate their art with a drawing then used to manufacture a remember the day of his thesis. The others were also involved, hanging our proud flag and other ewes.
flag known to all and drawing MINSIX.
Finally, a Spiderman that I never finished, and the icing: a cartoon Calvin and Hobbes basely kidnapped (as I caught the Sinde ...!) to which I devoted some attention and is the only remnant of the wall that we have, for the friendly worker it was dismantled when everything came to a close I saw the caricature of sticks and asked, "Do you want to cut the kitten?", to which I nodded my little eyes lit up.
As we move to the new lab, I will finish the poor Calvin (following pencil today), we will look for a site and will post where they look good.
UPDATES: wrote this entry last week, during which we have begun and completed the move. When we are fully located and Calvin and Hobbes box hung in a cool place, I'll write another post with new pictures, if the opportunity arises (come on, if I get there).
also during these days mate eulez is reviewing the great album by Pink Floyd on his blog , in several installments. Do not miss it, know whether the work or not.
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